A tale of Mommy-Broken,
Her open wound oozed infectious words that should not have been spoken,

Mommy-Broken’s gone mad; she lost her husband but behaves like her children didn’t lose their dad,
Screams at the top of her lungs because the kids are so “bad,”

Mommy-Broken do you like how I sing? “I’m watching my soaps and can’t hear a ******’ thing!”

Mommy-Broken watch me shoot. “You better clean your room before you start on that ******’ hoop!”

Mommy-Broken why don’t you protect me,
Your ‘ol man repeatedly hits me and out of our home you kick me?

Chopped liver comes in second place.